Ghost... Witch?

Am I a Murderer?

Sang POV (2 years, 5 months old)

I wake up, crying. What's happening?

A man is carrying me. A man who isn't Da-da. A man who feels scary.

An instinct rises within me. A voice crying in my head.

"Kill Sweetie, kill! Kill or YOU will be killed!"

My foot hits something. Its metal. It's a .22 handgun.

I don't know how I know this but I know. I have to get that gun, point it at the man's eye and shoot.

So I do it.

(5 hours later)

I crawl into our backyard, squeezing through the gap in the fence and collapse.

I don't know why that man took me, or where.

I don't know what I did to him.

I only know that the metal thing was heavy and it hurt my shoulder when I squeezed it so now I have a big boo-boo on my shoulder blade. It hurts.

Then his head burst and red stuff sprayed out and got in my eyes and on me and my eyes stung and my 3rd favourite frock is spoilt.

Then he fell.

He was swaying but that instinct in me rose up again and told me to lean forward. So I did. And he fell onto his back.

I crawled off him and hid in a bush and was safe.

You see, that is a special thing about me. Outdoors, I can always hide. Flowers grow faster if I want them to. Stones skip. I don't know why but it happens and I can't let anyone see. I let my elder sister Marie see once and she ran away screaming. Then Jaz came and told me to never show anyone but to practice as much as I can. Jaz is nice. She's very big (she has to hold up ALL her fingers to show her age) and will go to junior high this year. I don't know what that is but it sounds important.

I fall asleep there, thinking of Jaz. It's a light sleep though, on account of being hungry and sore and I wake up to being carried again. This time, the arms are familiar, Jaz. "Di", I mumble happily, snuggling in further.

Jasmine (Jaz) POV (3 hours earlier)

I come home from school and rush to take a look-in at Sang. I hate to leave her at home with the evil bitch I have the misfortune to call 'mother' but I need an education if I'm ever to get us out of this house.

Guess I can't really blame her either. Apparently she was a sparkling genius of a woman before my other mom and dad fucked her over.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jasmine Victoria Steelton, 'Jaz' to my friends (of which I have none) and my adorable little stepsister. Who is currently missing.

You see, I'm a demigod. BUT, since that wasn't weird enough, I have TWO divine parents and one mortal one, my mother, as in the one who got pregnant with me not Athena Goddess of Wisdom, Goddess of Weaving, Patron of Athens, blah-de-blah... big bunch of titles 'cause she's the favourite (and eldest) child of Lord Zeus, boss of the gods. At least the Greek ones. Wondering how this happened? Well, back when my mom was a wonderful genius (I know, it's hard to believe, she's certainly innovative in her punishments though, trust me, I speak from experience) she dated Lord Apollo, as in the guy who drives a flaming Maserati across the sky, and was best friends with my other mother, Athena, who was apparently going through a lesbian phase. Since Athena is more about an intellectual connection than a physical one it somehow happened that I inherited traits from BOTH Apollo AND Athena and got claimed by both of them at Camp Half-Blood. With the result that I had to live all alone in the Great House (because Apollo wouldn't countenance me being in Athena's cabin, Athena wouldn't countenance me being in Apollo's cabin and Hermes wouldn't countenance me being in his cabin after I got claimed) and got isolated and was envied by everyone.